Wah!
Tonight is the season premiere of "Project Runway." I'm excited. There are some super HOT guys this season...yummy.
I'll find out after Thanxgiving if I'm going to Glasgow or not. I was thinking...there are so many things in the field of logistics if I do go...ugh. I also need a shaper tip if I go...funny how that's my main concern heaven forbid I can't make reeds while I'm over there. And, of course, the romantic Chris is wishing for something good to come about in the love field if I go. (sigh)
I really should be practicing, but I'm taking a night off. I honestly don't think I would've gotten anything done, anyway. I'm just sort of...exisiting @ the moment. Having my computer gone and my oboe in need of a doctor's visit is disconcerting. Allan's Loree is nice, but it's not mine. I finally got my reeds to make sense (knock on wood) on it, and I'll probably end up playing the Gran Partita on it...grrr. Oh well. Normally, I wouldn't care, but I feel like my oboe identity lies with my instrument, in terms of tone and such. Plus, my oboe and I have this connection, in terms of response, pliability, and techinique.
Hmmm...I'm ready for a break. This semester is flying by faster than any other. Why the crap didn't high school move this fast? OH, and speaking of high school, my fucking College Prep English class never counted for college credit. I really wish they would've told us that and/or CalArts would've let me know that, so I could've taken Writing Arts and not be in the Critical Studies mess I'm in. Grrrrrrr...
I think it's time for me to have a sexual encounter again. I need it, not only want it. I also need a boyfriend.
More to come. My hands and wrist are tired. Blah.
I'll find out after Thanxgiving if I'm going to Glasgow or not. I was thinking...there are so many things in the field of logistics if I do go...ugh. I also need a shaper tip if I go...funny how that's my main concern heaven forbid I can't make reeds while I'm over there. And, of course, the romantic Chris is wishing for something good to come about in the love field if I go. (sigh)
I really should be practicing, but I'm taking a night off. I honestly don't think I would've gotten anything done, anyway. I'm just sort of...exisiting @ the moment. Having my computer gone and my oboe in need of a doctor's visit is disconcerting. Allan's Loree is nice, but it's not mine. I finally got my reeds to make sense (knock on wood) on it, and I'll probably end up playing the Gran Partita on it...grrr. Oh well. Normally, I wouldn't care, but I feel like my oboe identity lies with my instrument, in terms of tone and such. Plus, my oboe and I have this connection, in terms of response, pliability, and techinique.
Hmmm...I'm ready for a break. This semester is flying by faster than any other. Why the crap didn't high school move this fast? OH, and speaking of high school, my fucking College Prep English class never counted for college credit. I really wish they would've told us that and/or CalArts would've let me know that, so I could've taken Writing Arts and not be in the Critical Studies mess I'm in. Grrrrrrr...
I think it's time for me to have a sexual encounter again. I need it, not only want it. I also need a boyfriend.
More to come. My hands and wrist are tired. Blah.
